Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Mello

Willow was in the hospital for five days, and we were there every day with her. She wasn't well, and by day three she completely quit talking. She'd only respond in nods or by shaking her head, and the nurses were getting frustrated. I went off on one of them and reminded them that she went through fucking hell, and after that they were nicer.

She'd write on a piece of paper instead of speaking, and at night she'd cry when she thought everyone was asleep. I'd hold her and play with her hair, but I don't think it helped much. Matt brought her snacks, but she wouldn't eat or drink anything. Not even Dr Pepper or a cup of coffee. But maybe I made the coffee bad, she always made it better than me.

Before she came home, I went into her bedroom and grabbed her blankets and pillows from her bed and washed them for her. I washed some clothes for her too, I knew she'd wanna be comfy so I made that my priority. Wil deserved clean sheets and comfort, so I cleaned her room up too. The flowers that I previously left her were dead and wilted, a few dead petals lying on her nightstand. I replaced them with fresh ones, and the letter I wrote her was now in my bedroom. I got Gerbera Daisies, she liked those.

I didn't want to overwhelm her, so it wasn't a good time to have her read my letter. Instead I just made her space comfortable, I wanted to do anything I could to help her. It was going to be a long and bumpy road, but I'd be there through everything. She still wasn't speaking about what happened while she was gone and what he did to her, it was too soon and nobody was pressuring her about the gruesome details.

We knew she was assaulted, and that alone made Matt and I physically sick to our stomachs. It took us so long to see her progress from what happened as a child, and Willow was back to square one. It wasn't something you just get over, it's something that haunts you forever but over time you learn to cope.

Waiting for the laundry to finish up, I sat in the laundry room since there was only a few minutes left. I focused on the checkered tile floors as I munched on some chocolate, and my mind didn't stop racing. I was a little nervous for her return. Of course I was excited, but I didn't know how she'd react to being back. We still didn't tell her about Holly, and as for that bitch..she was long gone.

Eric sent her to a mental health facility temporarily, she was being evaluated for numerous things. None of us seen her since the day at the police station, and L was very vague with what was going on with her. Personally I didn't care if she was dead in a ditch or stuck in a padded cell for the rest of her life.

As many would say, fuck Holly. As for the man who hurt her when they were kids, he was locked up as well. He was going to probably die in jail, and I couldn't have been happier. One less sick fuck roaming the streets as a free man, and that was a win in my book. Willow would have to give her statement eventually, but L was giving her time to be home first.

The dryer stopped, and I threw her blankets in a basket and carried it back to her room. The smell of fresh laundry hit my senses, a hint of lavender which was a comforting scent. Lynn walked past me, looking at the purple bed set with a questioned look. She was walking alone, and stopped next to me.

"Is Willow back or something?" Her voice alone made my blood boil, and I sighed as I walked past her.

"The fuck do you care?" I snapped at her and kept walking. The kids around Wammy's frequently asked about her and wondered where Willow was, some started rumors and others were just concerned. They all knew something happened, especially when the lockdown was going on.

The orphanage was slowly going back to normal, with BB gone and Holly in a psych ward they were starting to become more lenient again. Roger and Watari both gave Matt and I the okay to miss classes again if we needed to as long as we made up the work, and Willow would be taking some time off to heal.